This is me planting a self-portrait on Gina's camera. The recently betrothed Gina. More on that later. But in the background, you'll notice my mountain bike still racked on my truck. I'm lame. The bike never got off the rack last weekend!
The last, and only other time I tried to climb Mt Baker, my friend Gary Lawton and I looked up at the gathering clouds licking the 10,781 ft summit from about 9,000 feet and decided we'd lose that fight with Mother Nature. We were then literally chased down the mountain by the descending clouds of an incoming storm. Luckily we were on skis and made fast tracks back to the tent, where we were socked in with pea-soup thick clouds about 5...
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